I've got a headache. The kind that shoots spears of lightning down the muscles of the neck and back-- it's a vice that seems to know but one direction. Headaches, for me, cause everything else to grind to a near standstill.

I wrote a poem once, while in the beginning throes of a migraine. As short as it is, it still took more than an hour to get right.

This time around my inspiration came not from the headache, but from a single word which caught my eye while scanning a random page of text... That word?

Capulet

Capulet singTo the morning sunOf all the things you haven't yet doneAsk him to stayA little long 'neath his coverGive you more timeAlone with your loverCapulet sing

Capulet singTo the dark starry nightSing of the things you haven't got rightAsk them to shineA little long in the skyGive you and your loverMore time for goodbyeCapulet sing

Soft-throated murmursAnd sighs on the bedClasped and ferventTo the boy you have wedOh, Capulet singOf eyes deep and burnishedTongues steeped in honey-sweet dewYour lips on the curvesOf your dear MontagueOh Capulet singPoison and daggersAre terrible things

This is more of a song and, as is rarely the case, I actually have a melody for it-- I already know the chords, I know notes of the whistle between chorus and verse. The poem/song is what's called an aubade. The tune 'Save Tonight' by Eagle Eye Cherry, is a fine example of an aubade.